Event Horizon

My brothers were in charge of the annual nativity or ‘crib’ at the Sacred Heart, Tunstall. I would go along with them and they would let me help.

There was a Boy bedded in bracken,
Like to a sleeping snake all curled he lay;

any of us don’t feel connected to the world the way other people do. It is as of we are born bewildered. Jesus wasn’t connected to the world either. Bur he understood it. Perhaps ‘Messiah’ can mean ‘The Unbewildered One’.

The health insurance business model works on the premise that the insurer will receive more in premium than it pays out in claims. To boost profits you can either raise the price of the premiums or reduce the amount you pay out in claims

Something as natural and epic as a child’s birth.  Something as unadorned as a stable. Something as lonely as being far from your home. Something as unexpected as shepherds and royal astrologers.  The nativity is exceptional. Yet unassuming.

The most sacred space I know is between the first and last notes of a song. When all is aligned and your heart, body and mind are each at the peak of their wave, you can feel the presence of God. Or rather you can feel yourself inside  the presence of God.

Thrown out onto the streets. A massive stroke. That car you never saw as you ran across the road. Realising that your best option is to take  your own life. […]

Depending in the ebbs and flows of fortune I find myself in incantatory fashion intoning ‘Trust God,,,trust God,,,trust God’. And yet I feel that God is tired of my endless […]